The 2nd- The Glass Mirror Breaks
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Instead of unleashing a round of bullets on her he shot at the sky.
"FUCK!" He screamed as he unloaded the gun into the black night.
She squeezed her eyes shut, not waiting to return to being the target of his rage.
"STOP! Don't kill her please!"
"Relena?"
Suddenly she tried to wrestle the gun out of his hand.
"What in you doing, are you crazy!?!"
"You know about-I mean why are-I mean what?"
"She didn't give him the disk, she formatted them to protect you guys. Believe me, she only had good intentions!"
"The road to hell is paved with good intentions."
"She's OZ!"
"OZ my ass! I didn't know that the other Blaques was selling the disk to them."
"How do I know that's not a lie? How do I know you're not lying to save your sorry tail?"
Katrina looked to both of them revealing something new in her eye: Guilt.
The great deceiver wasn't fooling anyone this time.
"What did you do with them then?"
"I erased everything, I don't know jack about the Gundams."
"Well, well, you didn't lie for once. Must be the drugs Katrina."
He dropped the gun.
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"YOU KNEW THOSE DAMN DISKS WERE BLANK AND YOU STILL PULLED A GUN OUT ON ME!" She decked him into the jaw causing Duo to fall backwards. "Oh I will kill you!"
She lunged at him again with her fist but he blocked her punches, bending her arm behind her back, "You lied to me about OZ, you could've been lying about that too!"
She was struggling to break free, bitting her bottom lip to suppress her cries of pain.
Her heels weren't doing any good unless her aim was for his crotch.
"I would've been dead stupid! I was protecting my fucking' identity!" Kat suddenly flipped him sending him sailing midway through the air. He hit the ground with a thud.
"Some damn identity, you had three aliases!" She grabbed him by the collar jerking him to his.
"What about you Fly Boy, you've done enough crime to land your sorry ass in plenty of prisons."
They entangled themselves in a hair-pulling match.
"That's my PONYTAIL!"
"That's my BRAID!"
Suddenly he trips her up with his leg, sending them both to the ground. She hit her side hard.
He sat on her legs, restraining her from any further movement, he held her down.
"Let's get something straight." His tone came out cold and indifferent, a scary, starling contrast to his usual light-heartedness. "I'm keeping you alive for one reason and I don't have a problem with taking you out." He leaned closer, his face only inches from her own. "Get it and get it good."
"The feeling's mutual." She growled.
m
"PUT ME DOWN!"
The others watched as Duo walked in with the girl slung over his shoulders like he would have his backpack. They thought she was lying in a pool of blood, not screaming her head off at him.
"What's this, a lover's quarrel?" Wufei admonished.
Heero had this gleam in his eye that told him, 'there better a hellavu good explanation for this.'
She unleashed a barrage of curses out on him.
"I know a lot more than you do, loves, so ya betta listen up."
m
Lucky.
That was the only word to describe it.
She lied to see another day.
After going through the story behind the disks and their fates with the truth inside of it they understood, if you can call putting the gun back to her head and telling her one more fuck-up would cost her eyes for real. Their threats weren't idle. She sure as hell didn't like the chair trick this time when the bullet missed her by an inch .
Her conclusion: They were protecting the Gundams.
Not even her best hacking codes could leak a bit of information on them before they were cleaned.
But she had one question: Why?
People believed in them but why so fiercely?
m
The black girl stood in the bathroom staring into looking glass.
Staring into it frozenly, gaze fixed in a glare, she didn't move.
A thousand grotesque images ran through her mind, twisted and sick, the anger burned in her head with the rage intensified . . .
"Katrina, Katrina! What's wrong Princess?"
"The bad men were coming to get me!"
"Honey, honey, it's a bad dream that's all."
"Nobody will ever hurt you sweetie. We'll make sure of that."
"Now be a good girl and go to bed Katrina, ok? And don't disturb Collie over there, she's sleeping. Be a big girl for Mommy and go back to sleep. You have a dance recital tomorrow."
The little meekly answered, "Yes ma'am."
"That's our ballerina."
Someone was beating on the door.
"Somebody's knocking this time of night?"
There were there three men at the door dressed in military uniforms and toting guuns.
"I'm Dr. Nyle, what do you people want."
"We heard that you and your husband were spreading propaganda against OZ."
Soria's tone was icy: "We don't support an organization of murders and rogues."
"Damn right Soria, you people have cause enough trouble for the colonies."
"You've overstepped your boundaries, doctors." The assassin pulled a gun:
"Now this is where we stop you."
Screaming plagued each thought, blood tainted every part of her mind. Her fingers tightened around the plastic she was holding, nails cutting into the blush-colored paint.
"Soria!"
"Jason!"
"Mommie! Daddie!" A little girl screamed.
Gun shots sprayed the room.
"Noooo!"
"Mommie! Daddie! Don't be dead please! Answer me! It's your Princess! It's your Kitty Kat!"
The world was swimming around her. "Get that brat, you idiots, before she gets away!"
Somebody demanded, footsteps approached her.
"Come here little girl."
"NOO!" She grabbed the discarded weapon and started firing.
That was the fist time she ever used a gun.
The big picture mirror was covered in blood, it fell to the ground shattering into a million pieces nearly killing the child underneath, screaming. Blood coated her tiny ballerina outfit.
"AHHHHHH! The damn thing killin' us!"
Another shot put another solder down, the child's eyes blazed like the noon day sun.
"YOU WON'T STOP US! I HATE YOU!, I HATE YOU ALL!"
m
That night, those memories, her dreams.
The mirror, it was doing it again, she could hear the terrifying cries and see the blood-her parents' blood, she could smell the gun powder from the bullets flying and feel her fear . . .
She heard herself scream.
With all her force she threw her makeup compact into it.
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"So what do we do about Katrina?"
The Wydow asked Byrd and Eyce. The group called Blaque gathered themselves at a back table in a small café, sipping on black coffee and lemon sweet ice tea, all dressed in similar black bell bottom jumpsuits with matching ebony platforms. Only their hair, eyes, and races differed.
"The Blaque Kat has betrayed us sisters."
The blonde with the French roll spoke first, as usual she took the lead leaving the other to follow.
"Betrayed?" The pig-tailed Asian said out of shock nearly spilling her coffee. "Not our Kitty Kat."
"There's no honor among that theft. The disks were formatted, Wydow, I've been keeping track of her conversations lately. She's in range now. That means, she's in the neighborhood."
"Why would she do that?" The straight-haired Latina urged. "Kitty Kat's not stupid chica."
"She's must be gettin' laid good or something Stacie." The pig-tailed redhead commented.
Eyce shrugged, taking another slip of her tea. "Or something. She knows where the Fly Boyz are.
We get what info we need when we find her."
"And then?" Rachael wondered would the former socialite really go through with this.
"She pays. We've been sisters."
Rachael leaned in close, "She knows too much."
"Yes, she does." Rachael didn't like that indifferent tone in her voice.
"OZ would kill for this information and we're on the run." Don't you know how serious this is?
"Katrina's taking the fall as usual. Murder in the first degree-tsk, tsk, Kitty Kat."
"We get the cash, the info, and away with murder." Stacie smiled. "How sweet it is."
The others joined in, "Like sugar."
m
Someone was banging on the front door.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming! Geez-"
Katrina threw the door open, she didn't care if she was only wearing Duo's shirt, whoever dare to break her concentration when it came to Crazy 8s on Duo's computer would pay.
Her tone was fierce and mean, "I don't know who you are or what you want, but the next time-"
The calm reply was "You always have a way with people, don't you Kitty Kat?"
Three teenager girls stood outside wearing friendly smiles and similar clothing toting similar guns.
"Eyce?" The name escaped from her throat in a dry tone.
The one she called replied, "Long time, no see."
"Byrd, Wydow." She regarded them, watching them all narrow-eyed.
"Hello Kitty Kat." They were greeting her with that stupid nickname.
"Well . . . do we all just stand here?" The second girl asked.
Katrina flinched slightly, snapping herself out of thought took a step back, "Excuse me."
She wasn't afraid but their presences spelled trouble-either for her or someone else.
They gather themselves in the center of the dorm room having an idle conversation, standing around, "I see you got a tan."
"I was too pale and the earth is so nice this time of year. Rachael and Stacie like it."
"It's alright." Then she asked her real questions, "Why are you here? How come you found me?'
"We thought you were dead." The crimson pigtails reminded her of a spider's webbing.
"We're were sooo worried about you Katrina."
You were worried you wouldn't get my cut of the three hundred Gs, I know this game.
"Kat always lands on her feet. I have to."
"So what you been doing?" She couldn't tell them too much about the guys.
Her tone was causal, "I've been staying with someone while I carried out my mission."
"Is that why you're wearing a baggy shirt?" The blonde asked.
Embarrassment flushed her face, "I borrowed it, it's my laundry day."
The redhead giggled, "Oh, so it is a him." A devilish grin came over her face, "Good idea there. What did you do, Katrina, tempt him into putting you up for the night? Or was he up? Hmmmm."
"Look, he's a nice guy, I don't do those 'special favors.'"
Erin could see the tension, felt it gnawing. "Remember ladies, we need to focus on business."
Her voice turned cold as she whipped out her gun on Katrina. "And ours is with you."
Oh shit.
"What the fuck is this? You're pulling a piece out on me?" She demanded pulling her own piece.
"Another setback. We're getting tired of this-first, you disappear without even trying to contact us then you lose our meal ticket-we know what you did to the disks . . . and we know why."
"For shame Kitty Kat." Stacie teased.
Eyce released this haunting laughter, "No more questions, you have to go."
"Aren't you sleepy Kitty Kat? Don't worry, you'll be taking a little nap." The redhead warned.
"Yes, a nap will do her so much good." The Byrd remarked evilly.
Katrina jumped on Stacie but in a fluent motion Rachael grabbed her by her ponytail and threw her into a wall. Precious air flew out of the Kat's chest as the Wydow and the Byrd advanced on again, Katrina managed dodge them while sinking a pair of scissors into Rachael's thigh.
"AHHHHHHHHHH BITCHHHHHHHHH!"
Stacie decked her in the jaw leaving Katrina to fall in the coffee table, Rachael snatched the now bloody blades out of her body. Panting she motioned for Erin to give her what was in her hands.
"Stop trying to fight it feline."
The needle took in the liquid s-l-o-w-l-y as the girl's voice remained calculated. Katrina planted her foot into Stacie's stomach sending her flying, the feline picked herself vision brandishing.
Erin threw Stacie the needle when she managed to collect herself, charging the feline Stacie stabbed her in the neck with a needle . . . Ten seconds later her body went slack as Rachael let her drop to the ground, hair disheveled and blood drying on her lips.
"And to think I didn't even have to get dirty." The other two tried to clean themselves up.
Erin left the dorm as Stacie toted Kat's body and dragged herself from behind.
m
Do I always wake up in unknown places?
The cold marble ground told her yes.
Mirrors.
The room's full of them.
Nothing but padded walls . . . Nothing but giant floor-length mirrors.
She backed herself into the farthest part of the room, it was this confined cage no bigger than apartment, hugging her knees she told herself not to let this place get the best of her.
And it could.
And it would.
Slowly, piece by piece, her right mind was going.
m
"I thought you might like to read this on your girlfriend."
"Fuck you, Heero."
"Just read it."
The first words he saw on the screen were The Happy Trails Outpatient Mental Institution, the second words were Patient List & Records.
"What the hell is this?"
"You'll see."
He kept reading:
Patient: Nyle, Katrina FeliciaAddress: UnlistedParents: DeceasedOther Family: None
No. of Sessions: Fifteen w/in year period
Diagnosis: This patient is suffering from a rare phobia-an intense fear of mirrors.
Reason for such was that the patient witnessed death of her parents and the death of sister Colleen Nelson.
Feels the need to either avoid them or destroy them. There's only been one reported suicide attempt.
He stopped at that last paragraph. "You just rolling out with the dirt aren't you Heero?"
"I'm saying she can't be trusted."
"Ok, so she was OZ's spy but she did prove that she formatted all the disk and it wasn't trick.
And she did get in on the inside so we know we're being watched."
"She's a real head-case. You want us to keep faith in a suicidal necrotic who's lied to us before?"
"She's no better than you! What do you have against her?!?"
"Plenty."
"Just because you're insecure about her being around Relena-"
"Where is she?" He insisted suddenly, this wasn't the time or the place to discuss that girl.
"My place . . . why? What are you gonna do to her?"
A source told him the three other Blaques were in town . . .
"It's not about what I'm going to do to her, it's about what someone else is."
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"AW HELL! MY DORM ROOM!"
The two boys walked into the chaotic scene, Katrina was no where to be found and the place had been trashed. The computer screen had turned on somehow in the room:
Well, we knew you had to come back so we cleaned up a little."
Don't get stupid, Fly Boyz, we know all about you and the disks.
Did Katrina forget to tell you we found backups?
Treize will give us a nice playoff for that info so you better move fast. Oh, and if you're looking for your Kitty Kat, Gundam, I hope you know she likes mirrors. But you know that don't you? Oh well . . .
farewell lovely!"
He kicked the screen as hard as he could.
Heero tried to avoid as much of the damage as passable.
"They have her."
"Yeah." He was exhausted, "I know."
m
Her heart was beating.
Pounding in her chest.
What was it? Hours? Days? Eons?
No doors, no windows, only the mirrors.
Screaming, crying, begging, silence, laughing, or not fearing dying didn't help.
And the room mocked her.
It never answered, it never sympathized, it never warned her.
The frigid air and austere walls only made her colder, crazier, dying.
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Duo knew he was scared: Scared for Katrina, scared for himself, scared of his feelings . . .
The watch kept beating, slow and steady, like heartbeat.
m
She was beating the mirrors.
Slamming her fists through the glass, kicking the mirrors, she had to get rid of the mirrors.
The glass sliced her skin, blood and sweat and tears ran freely, her mad shrieking filled the room.
She was determined to get rid of them.
Even if it meant killing herself doing it.
m
By the time they found them room, Katrina Nyle was half-way death.
Cruel and fitting, Death had his Maiden in his arms.
She clutched madly at his shirt, trying to hold on to something in this world, everything else was dead. Didn't bodies get heavier as they grow cold? Or was she becoming lighter, had her soul floated away as of yet? The white dress over the mahogany skin with the streaks of red blood against the black shirt, colors of purity and life and demise and mourning.
Through ginger browns, she watched him fade away, like the summer day, like her dreams.
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Instead of unleashing a round of bullets on her he shot at the sky.
"FUCK!" He screamed as he unloaded the gun into the black night.
She squeezed her eyes shut, not waiting to return to being the target of his rage.
"STOP! Don't kill her please!"
"Relena?"
Suddenly she tried to wrestle the gun out of his hand.
"What in you doing, are you crazy!?!"
"You know about-I mean why are-I mean what?"
"She didn't give him the disk, she formatted them to protect you guys. Believe me, she only had good intentions!"
"The road to hell is paved with good intentions."
"She's OZ!"
"OZ my ass! I didn't know that the other Blaques was selling the disk to them."
"How do I know that's not a lie? How do I know you're not lying to save your sorry tail?"
Katrina looked to both of them revealing something new in her eye: Guilt.
The great deceiver wasn't fooling anyone this time.
"What did you do with them then?"
"I erased everything, I don't know jack about the Gundams."
"Well, well, you didn't lie for once. Must be the drugs Katrina."
He dropped the gun.
m
"YOU KNEW THOSE DAMN DISKS WERE BLANK AND YOU STILL PULLED A GUN OUT ON ME!" She decked him into the jaw causing Duo to fall backwards. "Oh I will kill you!"
She lunged at him again with her fist but he blocked her punches, bending her arm behind her back, "You lied to me about OZ, you could've been lying about that too!"
She was struggling to break free, bitting her bottom lip to suppress her cries of pain.
Her heels weren't doing any good unless her aim was for his crotch.
"I would've been dead stupid! I was protecting my fucking' identity!" Kat suddenly flipped him sending him sailing midway through the air. He hit the ground with a thud.
"Some damn identity, you had three aliases!" She grabbed him by the collar jerking him to his.
"What about you Fly Boy, you've done enough crime to land your sorry ass in plenty of prisons."
They entangled themselves in a hair-pulling match.
"That's my PONYTAIL!"
"That's my BRAID!"
Suddenly he trips her up with his leg, sending them both to the ground. She hit her side hard.
He sat on her legs, restraining her from any further movement, he held her down.
"Let's get something straight." His tone came out cold and indifferent, a scary, starling contrast to his usual light-heartedness. "I'm keeping you alive for one reason and I don't have a problem with taking you out." He leaned closer, his face only inches from her own. "Get it and get it good."
"The feeling's mutual." She growled.
m
"PUT ME DOWN!"
The others watched as Duo walked in with the girl slung over his shoulders like he would have his backpack. They thought she was lying in a pool of blood, not screaming her head off at him.
"What's this, a lover's quarrel?" Wufei admonished.
Heero had this gleam in his eye that told him, 'there better a hellavu good explanation for this.'
She unleashed a barrage of curses out on him.
"I know a lot more than you do, loves, so ya betta listen up."
m
Lucky.
That was the only word to describe it.
She lied to see another day.
After going through the story behind the disks and their fates with the truth inside of it they understood, if you can call putting the gun back to her head and telling her one more fuck-up would cost her eyes for real. Their threats weren't idle. She sure as hell didn't like the chair trick this time when the bullet missed her by an inch .
Her conclusion: They were protecting the Gundams.
Not even her best hacking codes could leak a bit of information on them before they were cleaned.
But she had one question: Why?
People believed in them but why so fiercely?
m
The black girl stood in the bathroom staring into looking glass.
Staring into it frozenly, gaze fixed in a glare, she didn't move.
A thousand grotesque images ran through her mind, twisted and sick, the anger burned in her head with the rage intensified . . .
"Katrina, Katrina! What's wrong Princess?"
"The bad men were coming to get me!"
"Honey, honey, it's a bad dream that's all."
"Nobody will ever hurt you sweetie. We'll make sure of that."
"Now be a good girl and go to bed Katrina, ok? And don't disturb Collie over there, she's sleeping. Be a big girl for Mommy and go back to sleep. You have a dance recital tomorrow."
The little meekly answered, "Yes ma'am."
"That's our ballerina."
Someone was beating on the door.
"Somebody's knocking this time of night?"
There were there three men at the door dressed in military uniforms and toting guuns.
"I'm Dr. Nyle, what do you people want."
"We heard that you and your husband were spreading propaganda against OZ."
Soria's tone was icy: "We don't support an organization of murders and rogues."
"Damn right Soria, you people have cause enough trouble for the colonies."
"You've overstepped your boundaries, doctors." The assassin pulled a gun:
"Now this is where we stop you."
Screaming plagued each thought, blood tainted every part of her mind. Her fingers tightened around the plastic she was holding, nails cutting into the blush-colored paint.
"Soria!"
"Jason!"
"Mommie! Daddie!" A little girl screamed.
Gun shots sprayed the room.
"Noooo!"
"Mommie! Daddie! Don't be dead please! Answer me! It's your Princess! It's your Kitty Kat!"
The world was swimming around her. "Get that brat, you idiots, before she gets away!"
Somebody demanded, footsteps approached her.
"Come here little girl."
"NOO!" She grabbed the discarded weapon and started firing.
That was the fist time she ever used a gun.
The big picture mirror was covered in blood, it fell to the ground shattering into a million pieces nearly killing the child underneath, screaming. Blood coated her tiny ballerina outfit.
"AHHHHHH! The damn thing killin' us!"
Another shot put another solder down, the child's eyes blazed like the noon day sun.
"YOU WON'T STOP US! I HATE YOU!, I HATE YOU ALL!"
m
That night, those memories, her dreams.
The mirror, it was doing it again, she could hear the terrifying cries and see the blood-her parents' blood, she could smell the gun powder from the bullets flying and feel her fear . . .
She heard herself scream.
With all her force she threw her makeup compact into it.
m
"So what do we do about Katrina?"
The Wydow asked Byrd and Eyce. The group called Blaque gathered themselves at a back table in a small café, sipping on black coffee and lemon sweet ice tea, all dressed in similar black bell bottom jumpsuits with matching ebony platforms. Only their hair, eyes, and races differed.
"The Blaque Kat has betrayed us sisters."
The blonde with the French roll spoke first, as usual she took the lead leaving the other to follow.
"Betrayed?" The pig-tailed Asian said out of shock nearly spilling her coffee. "Not our Kitty Kat."
"There's no honor among that theft. The disks were formatted, Wydow, I've been keeping track of her conversations lately. She's in range now. That means, she's in the neighborhood."
"Why would she do that?" The straight-haired Latina urged. "Kitty Kat's not stupid chica."
"She's must be gettin' laid good or something Stacie." The pig-tailed redhead commented.
Eyce shrugged, taking another slip of her tea. "Or something. She knows where the Fly Boyz are.
We get what info we need when we find her."
"And then?" Rachael wondered would the former socialite really go through with this.
"She pays. We've been sisters."
Rachael leaned in close, "She knows too much."
"Yes, she does." Rachael didn't like that indifferent tone in her voice.
"OZ would kill for this information and we're on the run." Don't you know how serious this is?
"Katrina's taking the fall as usual. Murder in the first degree-tsk, tsk, Kitty Kat."
"We get the cash, the info, and away with murder." Stacie smiled. "How sweet it is."
The others joined in, "Like sugar."
m
Someone was banging on the front door.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming! Geez-"
Katrina threw the door open, she didn't care if she was only wearing Duo's shirt, whoever dare to break her concentration when it came to Crazy 8s on Duo's computer would pay.
Her tone was fierce and mean, "I don't know who you are or what you want, but the next time-"
The calm reply was "You always have a way with people, don't you Kitty Kat?"
Three teenager girls stood outside wearing friendly smiles and similar clothing toting similar guns.
"Eyce?" The name escaped from her throat in a dry tone.
The one she called replied, "Long time, no see."
"Byrd, Wydow." She regarded them, watching them all narrow-eyed.
"Hello Kitty Kat." They were greeting her with that stupid nickname.
"Well . . . do we all just stand here?" The second girl asked.
Katrina flinched slightly, snapping herself out of thought took a step back, "Excuse me."
She wasn't afraid but their presences spelled trouble-either for her or someone else.
They gather themselves in the center of the dorm room having an idle conversation, standing around, "I see you got a tan."
"I was too pale and the earth is so nice this time of year. Rachael and Stacie like it."
"It's alright." Then she asked her real questions, "Why are you here? How come you found me?'
"We thought you were dead." The crimson pigtails reminded her of a spider's webbing.
"We're were sooo worried about you Katrina."
You were worried you wouldn't get my cut of the three hundred Gs, I know this game.
"Kat always lands on her feet. I have to."
"So what you been doing?" She couldn't tell them too much about the guys.
Her tone was causal, "I've been staying with someone while I carried out my mission."
"Is that why you're wearing a baggy shirt?" The blonde asked.
Embarrassment flushed her face, "I borrowed it, it's my laundry day."
The redhead giggled, "Oh, so it is a him." A devilish grin came over her face, "Good idea there. What did you do, Katrina, tempt him into putting you up for the night? Or was he up? Hmmmm."
"Look, he's a nice guy, I don't do those 'special favors.'"
Erin could see the tension, felt it gnawing. "Remember ladies, we need to focus on business."
Her voice turned cold as she whipped out her gun on Katrina. "And ours is with you."
Oh shit.
"What the fuck is this? You're pulling a piece out on me?" She demanded pulling her own piece.
"Another setback. We're getting tired of this-first, you disappear without even trying to contact us then you lose our meal ticket-we know what you did to the disks . . . and we know why."
"For shame Kitty Kat." Stacie teased.
Eyce released this haunting laughter, "No more questions, you have to go."
"Aren't you sleepy Kitty Kat? Don't worry, you'll be taking a little nap." The redhead warned.
"Yes, a nap will do her so much good." The Byrd remarked evilly.
Katrina jumped on Stacie but in a fluent motion Rachael grabbed her by her ponytail and threw her into a wall. Precious air flew out of the Kat's chest as the Wydow and the Byrd advanced on again, Katrina managed dodge them while sinking a pair of scissors into Rachael's thigh.
"AHHHHHHHHHH BITCHHHHHHHHH!"
Stacie decked her in the jaw leaving Katrina to fall in the coffee table, Rachael snatched the now bloody blades out of her body. Panting she motioned for Erin to give her what was in her hands.
"Stop trying to fight it feline."
The needle took in the liquid s-l-o-w-l-y as the girl's voice remained calculated. Katrina planted her foot into Stacie's stomach sending her flying, the feline picked herself vision brandishing.
Erin threw Stacie the needle when she managed to collect herself, charging the feline Stacie stabbed her in the neck with a needle . . . Ten seconds later her body went slack as Rachael let her drop to the ground, hair disheveled and blood drying on her lips.
"And to think I didn't even have to get dirty." The other two tried to clean themselves up.
Erin left the dorm as Stacie toted Kat's body and dragged herself from behind.
m
Do I always wake up in unknown places?
The cold marble ground told her yes.
Mirrors.
The room's full of them.
Nothing but padded walls . . . Nothing but giant floor-length mirrors.
She backed herself into the farthest part of the room, it was this confined cage no bigger than apartment, hugging her knees she told herself not to let this place get the best of her.
And it could.
And it would.
Slowly, piece by piece, her right mind was going.
m
"I thought you might like to read this on your girlfriend."
"Fuck you, Heero."
"Just read it."
The first words he saw on the screen were The Happy Trails Outpatient Mental Institution, the second words were Patient List & Records.
"What the hell is this?"
"You'll see."
He kept reading:
Patient: Nyle, Katrina FeliciaAddress: UnlistedParents: DeceasedOther Family: None
No. of Sessions: Fifteen w/in year period
Diagnosis: This patient is suffering from a rare phobia-an intense fear of mirrors.
Reason for such was that the patient witnessed death of her parents and the death of sister Colleen Nelson.
Feels the need to either avoid them or destroy them. There's only been one reported suicide attempt.
He stopped at that last paragraph. "You just rolling out with the dirt aren't you Heero?"
"I'm saying she can't be trusted."
"Ok, so she was OZ's spy but she did prove that she formatted all the disk and it wasn't trick.
And she did get in on the inside so we know we're being watched."
"She's a real head-case. You want us to keep faith in a suicidal necrotic who's lied to us before?"
"She's no better than you! What do you have against her?!?"
"Plenty."
"Just because you're insecure about her being around Relena-"
"Where is she?" He insisted suddenly, this wasn't the time or the place to discuss that girl.
"My place . . . why? What are you gonna do to her?"
A source told him the three other Blaques were in town . . .
"It's not about what I'm going to do to her, it's about what someone else is."
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"AW HELL! MY DORM ROOM!"
The two boys walked into the chaotic scene, Katrina was no where to be found and the place had been trashed. The computer screen had turned on somehow in the room:
Well, we knew you had to come back so we cleaned up a little."
Don't get stupid, Fly Boyz, we know all about you and the disks.
Did Katrina forget to tell you we found backups?
Treize will give us a nice playoff for that info so you better move fast. Oh, and if you're looking for your Kitty Kat, Gundam, I hope you know she likes mirrors. But you know that don't you? Oh well . . .
farewell lovely!"
He kicked the screen as hard as he could.
Heero tried to avoid as much of the damage as passable.
"They have her."
"Yeah." He was exhausted, "I know."
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Her heart was beating.
Pounding in her chest.
What was it? Hours? Days? Eons?
No doors, no windows, only the mirrors.
Screaming, crying, begging, silence, laughing, or not fearing dying didn't help.
And the room mocked her.
It never answered, it never sympathized, it never warned her.
The frigid air and austere walls only made her colder, crazier, dying.
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Duo knew he was scared: Scared for Katrina, scared for himself, scared of his feelings . . .
The watch kept beating, slow and steady, like heartbeat.
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She was beating the mirrors.
Slamming her fists through the glass, kicking the mirrors, she had to get rid of the mirrors.
The glass sliced her skin, blood and sweat and tears ran freely, her mad shrieking filled the room.
She was determined to get rid of them.
Even if it meant killing herself doing it.
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By the time they found them room, Katrina Nyle was half-way death.
Cruel and fitting, Death had his Maiden in his arms.
She clutched madly at his shirt, trying to hold on to something in this world, everything else was dead. Didn't bodies get heavier as they grow cold? Or was she becoming lighter, had her soul floated away as of yet? The white dress over the mahogany skin with the streaks of red blood against the black shirt, colors of purity and life and demise and mourning.
Through ginger browns, she watched him fade away, like the summer day, like her dreams.